Back story: A couple weeks ago a person commented on one of my comics that centered around my friends with a rather depressing comment about how alone she felt in this world and she didn't see a point to keep going. So, I went over to her DA page and started commenting back and forth telling her how it does get better, that I know what she's going through and how alone you can feel, when suddenly this dickface enters the conversation telling me how he has read my comics and that I have such great friends that I could NEVER understand what they both were going through since I was "so lucky" and have never felt what they felt. Truth is, I know EXACTLY what you and most people have felt

So here I am, baring my soul and letting you know that it does get better. Even when all you have is three small fish.

Annnnddddd now you know why I don't do many childhood comics since my childhood was sooooooo uneventful. and ended it with a lighter note to help it not be that depressing...

Why is it that after all the stupid things my friends and I have been though, this is the comic that I can't seem to face? I don't want to really talk about this...